JOSEPH HOVE

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I want you to hear a one story from life

A single event that still bothers my mind

Of what happened one day at this place made of stone

At Joseph Hove manor, the elderly home

My name's not important, I'm doing my job

Taking care of that place with an all kinds of odd

I'm security guard there on duty all night

Some times shifts are easy, some times not so bright

I walk through the halls every time up and down

I go outside, doing regular rounds

And usually nothing is bothering me

Except of that time, on a Saturday eve..

I completed patrol with my scanning devise

And went outside just to walk near the house

The weather was nice, little chilly that day

My lungs were inhaling fresh wind on the way

I finished my stroll, came back to the house

And suddenly heard elevator bell sounds

An old elevator just opened the doors

I came a little closer to see who it was

They appeared so fast in front of my sight

Old lady in wheelchair, with woman behind

She was pushing the wheelchair as fast as she could

And the person she carry was not looking good

Poor lady was almost unconscious and pale

With mars on her neck, bloody spots everywhere

She was not in her mind, does not make any sounds

She was in emergency state with no doubts

They rushed to the car, woman took her away

And that was the last time I saw her that day

Later, next week I was working again

I heard talking tenants were mentioned her name

I approached politely and asked of her fate

They said lady died, as the help was too late

Passed away in the hospital, tragic event

I heard the full story, misfortunate and sad

What happened, her daughter was having hard time

Her mom wasn't answering phone for a while

She came to the building with worries of her

She took elevator and knocked on her door

But there was no answer, she took out the key

Slowly opened the door and she finally see

Her mother was looking at her from the floor

Laying down with no moving, with bruises on her

She was still alive, but she looks almost dead

Broken elderly woman was suffering bad

Alone on the floor for three days awake

No food and no water, no washroom, god sake

Her mind was not well but her ears were just right

She was probably hearing my foot steps that night

I wasn't aware, could not hear a thing

Behind closed doors, and that hurts like a sting

And I could save her life if I heard single sound

From her weakened lungs, I have no single doubts

Seeing her bruised, destroyed, almost out of her mind

Make my eyes full of tears and I still feel not right

I felt like my trust of good life was just lost

Where the most unprotected are suffer the most

Disappearing from earth with such suffer and pain

After years of life.. Why so little remains?

A note on the wall, printed passed away card

And hopefully grave on the family yard

The world she created, experience she gained

Was vanished in second and none shall remain

That's the end of her story, and mine still goes on

I'm still doing my job in this place made of stone

With few elderly men walking slowly though halls

Watching funeral wreaths hanging silent on doors

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